Chapter 383

"Dang——"

The samurai sword hit the stone floor, making a crisp sound.

It reached Qin Siyang's ears, like a warning bell.

Yamamoto Taro is going to change his tactics.

Qin Siyang stared at Yamamoto Taro not far away.

His nerves were stretched to the limit.

At this moment, Yamamoto Taro should still be able to teleport in the arena.

But his [Feasting Domain] still has more than a minute to cool down.

This is when he is the most clumsy.

"Whoosh..."

Gusts of wind sounded around.

The dust on the ground flew with the wind, blurring the vision.

The stone bricks on the ground began to break and fall off, turning into fine sand and gravel that rushed towards him in the arena.

Qin Siyang's eyes were fixed on Yamamoto Taro, not knowing what tricks he was going to play.

At this moment, the short Yamamoto Taro seemed to be weathered.

The whole person, including the armor, was blown away and mixed into the yellow sand.

Then, Qin Siyang smelled a faint smell of blood.

He frowned, not understanding where the smell of blood came from.

The yellow sand in front of him became more and more dense, and the wind in the arena became more and more wild and fierce.

"Buzz..."

The originally peaceful venue changed dramatically in an instant, and a huge sand roll rose silently from the center of the venue.

The lower end of the sand roll was close to the ground of the arena, causing the arena under Qin Siyang's feet to tremble constantly.

It was like a giant's palm, grabbing sand and debris frantically.

All the dust on the ground was sucked into it, forming an ever-expanding vortex.

The wind roared and echoed in the arena.

The entire arena suddenly became blurred, and the sky and the earth seemed to be mixed together.

"Will the attack be hidden in the sand?"

In the arena, Qin Siyang had nowhere to escape.

Because the sand roll gradually expanded, it soon covered the entire arena.

Wherever the naked eye could see, it was all earth yellow.

Qin Siyang was naturally unwilling to sit and wait for death.

He wanted to try to retreat outside the arena and try to crack this skill from other angles.

But when he ran to the side wall of the arena, he found that he could not escape at all.

Every time he tried to leave, he felt as if he was bound and could not use any strength at all.

When the thought of escaping disappeared, the restraints on his body also disappeared.

Qin Siyang clenched his fists.

He knew that he could only face the battle head-on when he was most vulnerable.

He looked at the yellow sand that wrapped him in vigilance, thinking about Yamamoto Taro's attack method.

Would Yamamoto Taro hide in the yellow sand and prepare to give him a fatal blow?

The sand and stones flew with the wind, which looked terrifying, but for Qin Siyang's body at the fifth sequence level, it could not hurt him at all.

So, Yamamoto Taro must have the next step of attack.

Sure enough, not long after the sand roll filled the entire arena, the scene in front of him changed.

All the yellow sand, as if stained with blood, suddenly turned into a scarlet piece.

The smell of blood in the air also became stronger.

It seemed that every grain of sand and dust had a hint of blood, which filled the entire air and made people suffocate.

Qin Siyang's pupils shrank slightly.

"Yamamoto is going to make a move."

"There are still forty seconds left before the Feasting Domain cools down."

At that moment, the sky was full of sand and dust, and even if the [Feasting Domain] was cooled down, it would not be possible to activate it successfully.

But without the [Feasting Domain], the strongest mobile skill, Qin Siyang always felt that his life was in danger.

I can do without it, but I can't live without it.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from my ears, like a sharp blade cutting through white paper.

Qin Siyang subconsciously dodged sideways, and saw an invisible sand blade whistling out of the red sand in his peripheral vision.

But just after he narrowly avoided it, several more sand blades attacked.

He had no way to escape, so he had to swing the Fang Tian Hua Ji to block it.

But the sand blade had a strange power, and it burst at the moment of contact, turning into countless tiny scarlet dust and drilling into his skin.

Qin Siyang gritted his teeth and felt a cold current spreading along his arm, making him slightly paralyzed.

"Poisonous!"

The sand blades continued to attack.

But Qin Siyang's movements of swinging the Fang Tian Hua Ji became slower and slower because of the poison.

"Damn it!" Qin Siyang gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm. He knew that Yamamoto Taro must be lurking in the sand and dust at this moment, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time, and he must not let him succeed.

At this moment, the ground suddenly cracked, and dozens of scarlet sand pillars rose suddenly from the ground, forming a more violent gust of wind in the sand roll.

Like a sharp spear, it pierced Qin Siyang's limbs.

He jumped up suddenly, dodging the attacks of several sand pillars, and the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand helped him block several more attacks.

But Qin Siyang's body could no longer keep up with his consciousness, like a clumsy puppeteer manipulating a heavy puppet.

Looking at his arms again, they were red as if they had been burned by fire.

A sneer came from the wind.

"It seems that your teleportation skill can't copy all of my abilities after all, and can't be activated an unlimited number of times!"

"Another sick man of East Asia will die in my hands."

Qin Siyang tightly grasped the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

He knew he couldn't hold on.

Soon he would completely lose control of his body.

He had to fight back.

But from beginning to end, he never found Taro Yamamoto's location.

Yamamoto Taro's aura completely disappeared.

Qin Siyang gritted his teeth.

If you can't find Taro Yamamoto's specific location, you can only launch a range attack.

Regardless of whether it works or not, at least it will be better than now!

Qin Siyang first took a piece of the medicine Chen Fenghe gave him to treat his injuries.

For a moment, he felt a little lighter.

Sure enough, Dean Chen's medicine is Tiger Balm.

Taking advantage of the recovery of some movements, Qin Siyang swallowed another piece of the god's remains in his mouth.

He stepped on the ground and jumped into the sky.

[Use food to transform into gods], activate!

As Qin Siyang quickly moved his arms, a violent hurricane was born, competing with the tornado full of yellow sand.

For a while, the two sides could do nothing about each other.

However, this hurricane also carries ultra-low temperatures.

Just a slight collision froze all the sand and rocks flying in the air.

The scarlet flying sand was covered with frost after a moment.

In the two strong winds, the frozen sand and stones were as brittle as dead leaves.

Immediately "bang bang bang" everything shattered, scattered into little ice crystals, and disappeared.

Ten seconds later, the ultra-low temperature hurricane set off by Qin Siyang dissipated, and the salon roll was weakened a lot.

The entire arena suddenly became clear.

And a horrified voice came from the salon volume.

"How is it possible?! You are clearly copying my wind skills, but you can add ice attributes?!"

Qin Siyang still didn't notice Taro Yamamoto's aura.

But it locked the direction from which the sound came.

He immediately pulled the full string with one hand and gathered all his strength to throw the Fangtian Painted Halberd.

"Eat my halberd!!"

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